The Greasers - {A Dallas Winston Fanfiction}

{Chapter Five}

We got out of the car and I stood next to the hood, watching as Dally walked up to the greaser girl.

"Who is she?" Sylvia's jaw was clenched, nearly biting her cigarette in half. I've always connected her to be the jealous type.

"You know Lycanthropy. Can we not do this now?" Dally's voice rang with annoyance. I picked at the rim of my dress, watching the couple glare daggers at each other.

"What happened to you?"

"Got in a fight." He touched his cuts. "Can we talk inside?"

"And her? Dallas, you can't just take her out of school."

"I'll get her back, then."

"No! You will stay here. I will get the poor girl back before your ruin her attendance!" I had already missed the first ten minutes of class. She pulled her car keys out of her jacket pocket and gestured for me to get in her car. I climbed in and looked over at Dally. He had taken my spot by his car, staring towards Buck's place. Sylvia started up her car and drove me towards the high school.

"Did he say anything to you?" She asks.

I shook my head. "No. We just went to get food."

She nods. "Look, Tin-Can, you are a real good girl. Your brothers have been keeping you up well. Dallas will ruin you. He doesn't want good girls to romance. He wants girls that will let him do whatever he wants. Don't be like us, Tin-Can. Be a respectable girl, you hear?"

"I will."

She dropped me off at the front of the school and I quickly walked inside. The first hour was halfway done, so I spent it in the library. The rest of the day went without Dally. Pony had lectured me about skipping class with Dal. He continued this talk during our walk back home.

"We have told you to stay away from him!"

I continued home with Pony. "I know. But he excites me!"

"I don't care, Ly! Dally is bad news. I don't want you getting involved with him." I bit my bottom lip and hoped he would just shut up. I know Dal isn't the gentleman type -even if he took me to lunch-, but he can be real sweet when he wants to. At least to me. But, he also has good managers with the girls in our group. Hell, if there should be anyone being lectured to worry about Dally is Maria. He's always hanging around her.

Pony and I walked into the house where Darry was passed out on the couch. I set my textbooks down on the coffee table and I nudged his arm.

"Darry..." He shifted and pried his eyes open.

"Hey, Ly. How was school?"

I grin. "It was fine. You're home early." I stepped back as he rose and flattened down his hair.

"Yeah. We finished the roof early. So, I came home to rest."

I shook my head. "Darry, you overwork yourself. You have to take a break. Go and have some fun."

"I'm afraid I can't do that. Someone has to make sure the bills are paid."

I rested my hands on my hips. "Someday you won't have to worry. I'll get married and get outta your hair. That way you'll have one less person to worry about."

"Don't talk like that. I'm glad to have you around." He kisses the side of my head. "Now, go on and get your homework done. We don't need to talk about marriage yet." I beamed up at the blue-eyed man and I walked into the room where my twin was already working at the desk. I crawled onto the bed, spread out my homework, and turned to the first page of my Biology textbook. I couldn't focus, though. All I could think of was Dally's joyful laughter or how he only drove the car with one hand on the wheel. I pictured the way his platinum blond hair danced around in the wind. Or how he made smoking look so elegant. The cigarette would rest loosely on his lips while he flipped through a playboy magazine.

"Ly? Having trouble there?" I snapped back to reality and said,

"No. I'm okay. Thank you."

"You were staring at your book for a while."

"I just got lost in thought." I jotted down a couple of words in my notebook with the hope this would kick me into motion. But soon my sentences bled into nonsense. I couldn't distract myself from the juvenile delinquent. I wonder how many girls spend or spent this much time thinking about him?

After a few chapters, I pulled out my personal story journal and wrote down more facts about Dally. Maybe he won't be the villain in my memoir, but he may become a real popular character to the readers. Who wouldn't like a story about a bad greaser boy?

A few days later, Dally was finally back in school and pulling the same antics as before. I didn't say it out loud, but I was happy he was finally back. Biology was starting to become mundane without his snarky comments.

"Did Sylvia give you a hard time?" I ask as we worked on our lab project together in class.

"I'm done with her. Man, she was out two-timing me and had the nerve to lecture me about corrupting you." He wrote down a few of his observations in his notebook.

I say, "Pony tried to lecture me as well. Said you were a bad influence on me."

"Am I?"

"You and I have been friends since grade school and you have yet to pressure me to do any illegal things." I pulled apart the brain model. "You are a lot nicer to me than you were to Sylvia. She didn't get doors opened for her."

"You just are the kind of girl that guys will open doors for."

I cocked my head. "I am? Why?"

"Well, you, Maria, and Ash are like gems of the school. Natural beauty and charm is what all the boys are claiming you three have."

I looked up at him from my worksheet. "Many people are calling us "gems"?"

"Yeah. You three strike a lot of boys."

"Do I strike you?"

He glanced up at me. "Do you think you do?" He smirks. "Or do you want to strike me?"

My cheeks flamed up and I turned back to our lab. "Do you have the hypothesis?"

"Yeah." He held up his paper and read, "I think that my lab partner is avoiding the conversation. I intend to find this out by bringing it up every time until she gives me a final answer." I quickly snatched his paper and read over the real statement before tossing it back at him. Stupid boy.

We concluded the experiment and turned in our work. But, he took it upon himself to push my buttons more than he did prior. He gave me little to no space to talk around the classroom. If I walked, he was right on my heel. When I was cleaning up our station, he towered behind me, his chest to my back, as he reached around me to pick up the class tools. I wanted to push him back, but my heart pounded protest against my brain.

German class was better as Pony seemed to put a pause on Dally's act. If anything, Dally seemed bothered by Pony's presence. And Pony was acting a lot more stern with Dally around. Had Pony talked to Dally about my feelings? I hope not, but why else would Dally be acting so flirty?

"So, he's just flirting more?" Maria asks while putting food onto her tray. We were in line for school lunch as I filled her in on all of the morning drama.

"Yeah. Even broke up with Sylvia..." I grabbed a milk carton. "It's like a switch flip. He's being so sweet to me." We sat down at the table and began to pick apart our food. She was staring at her tray, a distant look fogging her eyes. I could tell she was keeping herself from saying something. "Do you know something I don't?"

"Nope!" She replies.'
"Maria..."

"I ain't got a clue." I frowned at the short-haired blonde. Her green eyes were dancing across the tray and never taking a moment to look up at me. Could she look more suspicious? But, I didn't push on. If Maria isn't going to talk, then you have about as much luck as stopping a moving train with your bare hands.